Good Enough (Meet Me in Montana #3) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,4
Not. One. Thing. Well, that was a complete lie. My nightly dreams of Timberlynn got me plenty hard simply thinking of her. And it didn’t mind when I thought about her in the shower either.
The brunette took another step closer to me. I took a step back. “You’re actually turning me down?” she asked again, this time with a bit of laughter in her voice.
“It’s not you, you’re beautiful. And you have a smoking hot body. I’m just not interested.” I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, wishing she would just move along to the next guy.
“Tanner, you have no idea what you’re turning down, and I most certainly won’t offer it to you again.” She snarled her lip up at me as if I had offended her.
“I’m pretty sure I do, and I’m not interested in what you have to offer, but I’m sure you’ll find a cowboy who roped tonight and is looking for a meaningless fuck. You’ll probably find countless ones in this hotel alone if you look harder, although maybe you’re only interested in the buckle winners.”
It was a dick thing to say because she flinched and took a step back. We both knew every word was true though.
“Screw you, asshole.” She turned and stomped away.
Without another glance in her direction, I closed the door to my hotel room and locked it. The sooner this night was over, the faster I could head back home. Fuck. I was so exhausted I didn’t even bother putting on a pair of boxers. Just dropped my towel and fell onto the bed, knowing what I would dream about the moment my head hit the pillow. Well, not what…but who.
The drive back to Montana from Colorado felt like it was taking forever. Chance slept damn near the whole time. I was positive it was from his previous night’s adventure. This morning the brunette from last night had passed me by in the lobby and told me she found another buckle winner and thoroughly enjoyed being with Chance last night—yeah, whatever, that hadn’t caught me off guard in the least bit. But I also saw Chance saying goodbye to another woman—a hot blonde—when I had gotten back from my morning run.
I’d woken up with a smile, still thinking about the dreams I’d had of Timberlynn and knowing that we were headed home today. I needed to burn off some energy while I waited for Chance to get his shit together. So, even with my ankle giving me hell, it felt good to run, especially in the cool, crisp Colorado air.
By the time we had gotten the horses and all of our saddles and other equipment loaded up, it was damn near almost nine in the morning. Chance looked like he hadn’t slept a wink, and when he told me he’d ended up with two women in his room, I knew I would be the one doing most of the driving back to Montana. That asshole. I wasn’t looking forward to the fourteen-hour drive.
I reached for the radio and turned it on, barely turning up the volume.
“I’m awake, dude, just trying to rest my body,” Chance said.
With a quick glance his way, I asked, “Rest your body from what, sex? Is it becoming that hard for you? Can’t handle having sex more than one time a night?”
He laughed. “Yeah, rest my poor aching body. I never in my life met two girls who could move like they did. It was their first threesome, and they evidently wanted to make the most of it.”
“Is that right?” I asked with a slight chuckle. “And did they?”
“I think my cock is broken, if that tells you anything. I never had anyone ride me like that. I’m actually afraid to have sex again. Pretty sure I sprained my dick.”
This time I laughed. A full-on laugh. “That’s what you get. You used condoms, right? God knows how many other men they’ve slept with. The brunette stopped by my room last night, and I shooed her away.”
Chance chuckled. “She told us in the bar. She’s no longer one of your fans.”
“I’m sure I’ll survive. Worked out for you obviously.”
He sighed as he sat up and stretched. “I’m serious, man. This meaningless sex just to get my rocks off...I honestly can’t stand myself in the morning.”
I chuckled. “Never thought I’d hear you say something like that.”
“Yeah, well, my mother would be pissed if she knew what I was doing.”